Luyện nghe bài hát And Plague Flowers The Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants
Their mouths fill with questions, they are by God's tokens

to walk the painted...the painted path

Walking the painted path through our fields

Ware to walk the path
the plague fields

Kings of this carousel, disfigured white horses
With Goya's and Dore's wings
golden locks to red crosses
Crowned children from funeral shrouds
To eye movement, heart-strings undone
...Our beautiful filth dances... and plague

Why our wall to reason fall...only

of our emptiness, the flagellants align
Their fill with ashes and death's tongue

The dappled
Flowering cold tombs
With walls... I feel
Our truth is laid

...And colours
A of pain
The portrait of we are...